Page 31 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“I don’t know. You two looked cozy sitting over there by the fire.”

“Shouldn’t you be a little more bothered by that? I mean, he was the reason why you went to the party, right?”

“He was, but I kind of lost interest when all he wanted to talk about was you.” She cocked her brow and smiled. “Don’t get me wrong. I tried to win him over, but he had his sights set on you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“He couldn’t take his eyes off you!”

“He was flirting with all the women there.”

“But you’re the one he chased to the parking lot.”

“I don’t know why we are even talking about this,” I argued. “I’m not interested.”

“How can you not be interested? The man is smoking hot.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Well, I think you need to reevaluate those reasons, and the best way to do that is to come with me tonight.”

“Oh, my God. You’re the pushiest person on the planet.”

A proud smirk crossed her face as she asked, “Does that mean you’ll go?”

“Yeah, I’ll go, but I’m not staying long. I have things to do.”

“Um-hm.” She started walking over to her car as she groaned, “Can’t forget the laundry.”

“It’s all fun and games until you run out of underwear.”

“Oh, girl. That’s when the fun begins!” She gave me a little wave, then opened her car and got inside. Before shutting her door, she shouted, “I’ll meet you there around six.”

I nodded, then watched as she pulled out of the drive. Once she was gone, I finished cleaning up a few things in the barn, then headed to my apartment for a quick shower. I had no intention of getting dolled up. I didn’t see a point, and yet, I still took the time to do my makeup and fix my hair. I even skipped my favorite oversized hoodie and put on a fitted button-down and a pair of loose-fit jeans.

I was putting the last touches on my hair when I realized it was almost six o’clock, so I grabbed my purse and rushed downstairs to my car. The bar was just a few minutes away—just far enough for my doubts to creep in. I hadn’t seen Q since the bonfire, and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing him tonight.

I still had misgivings about sharing the events of my past. I knew there would be judgments. I just didn’t know if they were good or bad, and a piece of me didn’t want to find out. While I just wanted to continue pretending, I had a feeling Q wasn’t going to let that happen.

I tried not to think about it as I parked and headed inside. I’d barely made it through the front door before Caroline came rushing over in her high heels and tight miniskirt. “You came!”

“I did, but I’m not...”

“Staying long. I know, but you’re here now.” She took a step back and surveyed my outfit with a playful grin. “And you’re looking good, girl.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“I do!” She motioned me to the back of the restaurant as she said, “Come on. Let’s go sit.”

I followed her over to our table, and as soon as we were seated, one of the waitresses came over and asked, “What can I get you ladies tonight?”

“I’ll have a cheeseburger loaded, fries loaded, and a Jim Beam and coke,” Caroline answered.

“Oh, you’re not messing around.”

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